Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,      VIII|          giants; and if thou art afraid, away with thee out of this
 2   I,        XX|          width from him; so much afraid was he of the strokes which
 3   I,       XXV|            Do you know what I am afraid of?" said Sancho upon this; "
 4   I,      XXIX| archbishop, for that is what I'm afraid of, your worship would recommend
 5   I,        XL|    expeditions, because they are afraid that anyone who buys a small
 6   I,       XLI|        Algiers. Moreover we were afraid of meeting on that course
 7   I,     XLIII|       say before. On this Clara, afraid that Luscinda might overhear
 8   I,    XLVIII|         have to fly and abscond, afraid of being punished, as they
 9   I,         L|          so long, only that I am afraid he has not the capacity
10  II,       III|     cheats, and schemers. He was afraid he might have dealt with
11  II,         V|         Well, for all that, I am afraid this rank of countess for
12  II,      XVII|         that you believe and are afraid he will engage such fierce
13  II,        XX|       wisdom, thou, who art more afraid of a lizard than of him,
14  II,     XXVII| recovered him. This Gines, then, afraid of being caught by the officers
15  II,      XXIX|          angrily, "What art thou afraid of, cowardly creature? What
16  II,      XXXI|        thoughts, said, "Don't be afraid of my going astray, senor,
17  II,       XLI|         is it any wonder if I am afraid there is a region of devils
18  II,     XLVII|           There is nothing to be afraid of," said the majordomo, "
19  II,     XLVII|        said the farmer, "but I'm afraid to mention it; however,
20  II,        LV|        made hardly any, as I was afraid they would not be kept;
21  II,      LVII|      mortal combat, for I am not afraid of rascally enchanters changing
22  II,        LX|          to him, and what he was afraid of. Sancho replied that
23  II,        LX|          Thou hast nothing to be afraid of, for these feet and legs
24  II,       LXI|         venture to trust anyone, afraid that even his own men would
25  II,     LXVII|         unlucky, senor, that I'm afraid the day will never come